Lady Liberty. Of course.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Times Square Is Fat (And Horrid)
I went to Times Square for the first (and hopefully last) time today. What an overrated place. Everyone makes such a big deal about it being all wonderful and such.
I feel they don't really understand it.
It's fat and vomitous and disgusting, really. I've never been so repulsed by a place in my life. It's a celebration of advertisements and consumerism and materialism. It's everything that is wrong about the way people in this country think put on display with shiny lights. Horrific.
Everyone says, "Oooh, look at how great it is!!!" It's like walking into a television and being force fed every advertisement you've ever seen. There is a reason some people mute the television or change the channel when a commercial comes on... but Times Square is like the commercials without the regular programing.
So embarrassing.
I feel they don't really understand it.
It's fat and vomitous and disgusting, really. I've never been so repulsed by a place in my life. It's a celebration of advertisements and consumerism and materialism. It's everything that is wrong about the way people in this country think put on display with shiny lights. Horrific.
Everyone says, "Oooh, look at how great it is!!!" It's like walking into a television and being force fed every advertisement you've ever seen. There is a reason some people mute the television or change the channel when a commercial comes on... but Times Square is like the commercials without the regular programing.
So embarrassing.
Top of the Rock
Heeeeeeyyy. So. I got my picture taken at the top of the Rockefeller Center.
PS. I'm in NYC. Hahaha. Duh.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I'm Crafty
I'm sick. So instead of being out doing something fun around town, I'm making shitty jewelry on my bed out of junk I found at house parties.
K-J for Kairi-Jordan.
Mum: I know you don't know how to pronounce this. I've heard you pronounce it. It was wrong. I cringed, but at the time, you were yelling at me about some German police turning up on your doorstep and about some copyright infringement type things, so I didn't mention it. But anyway. It's not Kair-i/Carrie. It's Kai-ri. Like Kylie with an 'r'.
K-J for Kairi-Jordan.
Mum: I know you don't know how to pronounce this. I've heard you pronounce it. It was wrong. I cringed, but at the time, you were yelling at me about some German police turning up on your doorstep and about some copyright infringement type things, so I didn't mention it. But anyway. It's not Kair-i/Carrie. It's Kai-ri. Like Kylie with an 'r'.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I Take It Back
SO... I've most certainly made fun of Tay Zonday at least once for his song Chocolate Rain... and writing "I move away from the mic to breathe"... yeah. Anyway. I take it back. Because this is amazing.
Happy Christmas everyone. ^_^
Happy Christmas everyone. ^_^
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Helden
I took this screencap yesterday of the new Rammstein video, "Ich Tu Dir Weh" which means, "I hurt you" in German, of course. It's a great song if you don't speak German. If you do speak German, it's positively brutal. Excellent.
Anyway. That's Till. I call him Tillius. He's totally my hero. Not only does he have a score of new piercings for this new tour, etc. But, specifically for this video shoot, he had his cheek pierced to feed wires to an LED in his mouth.
What. A. BAMF.
Seriously. You know you're not that much of a badass. I'm not even that much of a badass. Hardcore.
Watch said video here.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
What It Means
Okay. I realize I don't often use the term "straightedge" to define myself as I don't believe in labels as well as the usual assumptions people have about you when you say that you're edge. What I mean by this is something I will take from UrbanDictionary. Yes I'm lame like that:
"Most straightedge kids nowadays flaunt the fact that they're straightedge by drawing X's on their hands, wearing clothing that says "Drug Free" or "XXX" or "Poison Free", because for some reason they feel the need to let everyone know they're drug free."
And...
"Straightedge kid: I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE! I'm a person just like you, but i've got better things to do than sit around and fuck my head; hang around with the living dead! Snort white shit up my nose, pass out at shows! I don't even think about speed that's just something I don't need! I've got the straightedge!
Kid 2: Um...calm down. I don't need your beliefs shoved down my throat, thanks
Straightedge Kid: I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE!
Kid 2: I know. I know.
Straightedge Kid: NEVER WANT TO USE A CRUTCH! I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE!
Kid 2: Great. I know.
Straightedge Kid: I'VE GOT THE---
Kid 2: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I GET IT."
Is what I'm trying to avoid.
So when I get offered things, I'll just say, "Oh, I don't drink/smoke/do drugs/etc./whatever." Instead of assigning myself a label.
This usually works. I don't want to be one of those people who defines themselves by what substances they do or don't use. But it gets REALLY quite annoying when people, for some reason or another, refuse to respect this, acknowledge it, etc.
Like last night.
Last night, I went on a date with some dude I didn't really know. We went to dinner, which was fine, then went to a bar for some Smiths/Misfits thing since I dig that kind of music. Anyway. He got Guinness, I got water. This is how that first conversation went...
Him: Here, try this.
Me: No thanks. I don't drink.
Him: Oh. You're just scared.
Me: Um... scared of what?
Him: That you won't survive.
Me: Uh... I've had Guinness before... my parents gave me a can of Guinness for my seventeenth birthday.
Him: Oh.
So that was annoying. Later, he didn't want to go up to the bar since it was crowded, so I offered to go buy him something. I also wanted to get away from having to sit across that table from him since he was really annoying and kinda boring. So he told me that if I went up to the bar, I had to get myself something to drink... AND WATER DIDN'T COUNT!!! Like what the fuck, I drink what I want. Don't tell me what to do.
That's another thing, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY do not like being told what to do. Like. At all. I'll just quote Rage Against The Machine here and say, "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me." Suffices.
So I got him a rum and coke and got myself a juice. And every single time he got a new drink, he would attempt to make me drink some of it. Which got VERY old, VERY fast. So this ended with him trying to get me to drink some of his Jägerbomb. And of course I like Jägerbombs, but I don't drink them. So I refused and asked him why he kept trying to make me drink shit. His answer?
"I'm just being polite."
Ummmmmmmm....what? Where did he learn manners? From assholes? Clearly. I told him that not only was he being impolite, he was also being rude, disrespectful, and annoying. I can think of so many comparisons that I could make for the same behaviour in other situations.
And then I told him to leave. Which was kind of hilarious. But really, the bar crowd/atmosphere was fun and I wasn't going to leave because he was lame. Why spoil my fun even further?
So yeah... that's what my edge means to me. Don't fuck with it.
And thus I leave you with Minor Threat.
"Most straightedge kids nowadays flaunt the fact that they're straightedge by drawing X's on their hands, wearing clothing that says "Drug Free" or "XXX" or "Poison Free", because for some reason they feel the need to let everyone know they're drug free."
And...
"Straightedge kid: I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE! I'm a person just like you, but i've got better things to do than sit around and fuck my head; hang around with the living dead! Snort white shit up my nose, pass out at shows! I don't even think about speed that's just something I don't need! I've got the straightedge!
Kid 2: Um...calm down. I don't need your beliefs shoved down my throat, thanks
Straightedge Kid: I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE!
Kid 2: I know. I know.
Straightedge Kid: NEVER WANT TO USE A CRUTCH! I'VE GOT THE STRAIGHTEDGE!
Kid 2: Great. I know.
Straightedge Kid: I'VE GOT THE---
Kid 2: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I GET IT."
Is what I'm trying to avoid.
So when I get offered things, I'll just say, "Oh, I don't drink/smoke/do drugs/etc./whatever." Instead of assigning myself a label.
This usually works. I don't want to be one of those people who defines themselves by what substances they do or don't use. But it gets REALLY quite annoying when people, for some reason or another, refuse to respect this, acknowledge it, etc.
Like last night.
Last night, I went on a date with some dude I didn't really know. We went to dinner, which was fine, then went to a bar for some Smiths/Misfits thing since I dig that kind of music. Anyway. He got Guinness, I got water. This is how that first conversation went...
Him: Here, try this.
Me: No thanks. I don't drink.
Him: Oh. You're just scared.
Me: Um... scared of what?
Him: That you won't survive.
Me: Uh... I've had Guinness before... my parents gave me a can of Guinness for my seventeenth birthday.
Him: Oh.
So that was annoying. Later, he didn't want to go up to the bar since it was crowded, so I offered to go buy him something. I also wanted to get away from having to sit across that table from him since he was really annoying and kinda boring. So he told me that if I went up to the bar, I had to get myself something to drink... AND WATER DIDN'T COUNT!!! Like what the fuck, I drink what I want. Don't tell me what to do.
That's another thing, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY do not like being told what to do. Like. At all. I'll just quote Rage Against The Machine here and say, "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me." Suffices.
So I got him a rum and coke and got myself a juice. And every single time he got a new drink, he would attempt to make me drink some of it. Which got VERY old, VERY fast. So this ended with him trying to get me to drink some of his Jägerbomb. And of course I like Jägerbombs, but I don't drink them. So I refused and asked him why he kept trying to make me drink shit. His answer?
"I'm just being polite."
Ummmmmmmm....what? Where did he learn manners? From assholes? Clearly. I told him that not only was he being impolite, he was also being rude, disrespectful, and annoying. I can think of so many comparisons that I could make for the same behaviour in other situations.
And then I told him to leave. Which was kind of hilarious. But really, the bar crowd/atmosphere was fun and I wasn't going to leave because he was lame. Why spoil my fun even further?
So yeah... that's what my edge means to me. Don't fuck with it.
And thus I leave you with Minor Threat.
2009 In Review
1) Was 2009 a good year for you?
Yep.
2) What was your favorite moment of the year?
I'm going to have to say getting leaked Rammstein songs as birthday presents was pretty up there.
3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?
Crashing into a pillar on my skateboard.
4) Where were you when 2009 began?
Toronto.
5) Who were you with?
Carol.
6) Where will you be when 2009 ends?
Times Square, NYC.
7) Who will you be with when 2009 ends?
The whole world.
8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2009?
I don't remember what it was.
9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2010?
Yes.
10) Did you fall in love in 2009?
No.
11) If yes who?
n/a
12) If yes, do they know?
n/a
13) Are you still in love with them?
n/a
14) You regret it?
n/a
15) Did you breakup in 2009?
Yes.
16) Did you make any new friends in 2009?
Tonnes.
17) Who are your favorite “new” friends?
It's mean to pick favourites. They know who they are.
18) What was your favorite month of 2009?
My favourite month is always June.
19) Did you travel outside of Canada in 2009?
Yes.
20) How many different provinces and/or states did you travel to in 2009?
Two. Michigan and Ohio.
21) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2009?
No.
22) Did you miss anybody in the past year?
Everyone in Michigan.
23) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2009?
Pirate Radio.
24) What was your favorite song from 2009?
Bad Romance - Lady Gaga.
25) What was your favorite record from 2009?
Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da - Rammstein.
26) How many concerts did you see in 2009?
Pathetically few.
27) Did you have a favorite concert in 2009?
I quite liked Tiësto.
28) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2009?
More than any other year.
29) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2009?
No.
30) Did you do anything out of character in 2009?
Nah.
31) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?
Crashing my skateboard into a pillar was pretty embarrassing.
33) What was the worst lie you told someone in 2009?
"Hey, my name is Kelly. I'm married to Rammstein's drummer and I'm totally from England." Was my line during the TIFF that I used to amuse myself while standing around waiting for people to show up on the red carpet. Fun character to play though.
34) Did you treat somebody badly in 2009?
Possibly.
35) Did somebody treat you badly in 2009?
Meh. Probably.
36) How much money did you spend in 2009?
Copious amounts.
37) What was your proudest moment of 2009?
I'm weirdly proud of sneaking into the four seasons during the TIFF.
38) What was your most embarrassing moment of 2009?
Like every time I was drunk. Which is why I don't drink anymore.
39) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2009 and change something, what would it be?
Talk to more cute boys instead of being shy.
40) What are your plans for 2010?
Do it up.
41)What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?
Many things.
42)What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A job would be nice.
43)What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Well. It's not a date really. But definitely the time David was crying in my bathroom. I just bring this up to annoy him. <3
44)Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yes.
45) What was the best thing you bought?
Tattoos, as always.
46) Whose behavior merited celebration?
Obama's... I don't really know.
47) Whose behavior made you appalled and disappointed?
Chris Brown. Hahahaha.
48) What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Meeting Ewan McGregor. I'm still excited about that.
49) What song will always remind you of 2009?
Paparazzi - Lady GaGa
50) Compared to this time last year, are you:
richer or poorer?
Probably about the same.
51) What do you wish you’d done more of?
Working.
52) What do you wish you’d done less of?
Drinking.
53) What was your favorite tv program?
Grey's Anatomy. Bones.
54) Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Sure.
55) What was the best book you read?
Jurassic Park.
56) What was your greatest musical discovery?
Lady Gaga. Rammstein.
57) What did you want and get?
Knowledge. Tattoos. Show tickets.
58) What did you want and not get?
A job. A bike.
59) What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Went to a baseball game and then my friends got me drunk. 19.
60) What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Going to more shows. Getting more tattoos. Having a job.
61) How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
American Apparel mannequin.
62) What kept you sane?
My friends.
63) Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Richard Kruspe. Till Lindemann. Christoph Schneider. Lady GaGa. Kristen Stewart.
64) Who do you miss?
Moo. My parents. Everyone in Michigan.
65) Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
Live alone. Roommates are a terrible idea.
Yep.
2) What was your favorite moment of the year?
I'm going to have to say getting leaked Rammstein songs as birthday presents was pretty up there.
3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?
Crashing into a pillar on my skateboard.
4) Where were you when 2009 began?
Toronto.
5) Who were you with?
Carol.
6) Where will you be when 2009 ends?
Times Square, NYC.
7) Who will you be with when 2009 ends?
The whole world.
8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2009?
I don't remember what it was.
9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2010?
Yes.
10) Did you fall in love in 2009?
No.
11) If yes who?
n/a
12) If yes, do they know?
n/a
13) Are you still in love with them?
n/a
14) You regret it?
n/a
15) Did you breakup in 2009?
Yes.
16) Did you make any new friends in 2009?
Tonnes.
17) Who are your favorite “new” friends?
It's mean to pick favourites. They know who they are.
18) What was your favorite month of 2009?
My favourite month is always June.
19) Did you travel outside of Canada in 2009?
Yes.
20) How many different provinces and/or states did you travel to in 2009?
Two. Michigan and Ohio.
21) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2009?
No.
22) Did you miss anybody in the past year?
Everyone in Michigan.
23) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2009?
Pirate Radio.
24) What was your favorite song from 2009?
Bad Romance - Lady Gaga.
25) What was your favorite record from 2009?
Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da - Rammstein.
26) How many concerts did you see in 2009?
Pathetically few.
27) Did you have a favorite concert in 2009?
I quite liked Tiësto.
28) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2009?
More than any other year.
29) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2009?
No.
30) Did you do anything out of character in 2009?
Nah.
31) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?
Crashing my skateboard into a pillar was pretty embarrassing.
33) What was the worst lie you told someone in 2009?
"Hey, my name is Kelly. I'm married to Rammstein's drummer and I'm totally from England." Was my line during the TIFF that I used to amuse myself while standing around waiting for people to show up on the red carpet. Fun character to play though.
34) Did you treat somebody badly in 2009?
Possibly.
35) Did somebody treat you badly in 2009?
Meh. Probably.
36) How much money did you spend in 2009?
Copious amounts.
37) What was your proudest moment of 2009?
I'm weirdly proud of sneaking into the four seasons during the TIFF.
38) What was your most embarrassing moment of 2009?
Like every time I was drunk. Which is why I don't drink anymore.
39) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2009 and change something, what would it be?
Talk to more cute boys instead of being shy.
40) What are your plans for 2010?
Do it up.
41)What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?
Many things.
42)What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A job would be nice.
43)What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Well. It's not a date really. But definitely the time David was crying in my bathroom. I just bring this up to annoy him. <3
44)Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yes.
45) What was the best thing you bought?
Tattoos, as always.
46) Whose behavior merited celebration?
Obama's... I don't really know.
47) Whose behavior made you appalled and disappointed?
Chris Brown. Hahahaha.
48) What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Meeting Ewan McGregor. I'm still excited about that.
49) What song will always remind you of 2009?
Paparazzi - Lady GaGa
50) Compared to this time last year, are you:
richer or poorer?
Probably about the same.
51) What do you wish you’d done more of?
Working.
52) What do you wish you’d done less of?
Drinking.
53) What was your favorite tv program?
Grey's Anatomy. Bones.
54) Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Sure.
55) What was the best book you read?
Jurassic Park.
56) What was your greatest musical discovery?
Lady Gaga. Rammstein.
57) What did you want and get?
Knowledge. Tattoos. Show tickets.
58) What did you want and not get?
A job. A bike.
59) What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Went to a baseball game and then my friends got me drunk. 19.
60) What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Going to more shows. Getting more tattoos. Having a job.
61) How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
American Apparel mannequin.
62) What kept you sane?
My friends.
63) Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Richard Kruspe. Till Lindemann. Christoph Schneider. Lady GaGa. Kristen Stewart.
64) Who do you miss?
Moo. My parents. Everyone in Michigan.
65) Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
Live alone. Roommates are a terrible idea.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Once Upon A Time...
There was a musician named Cat Stevens.
...and then he became weirdly religious.
BUT. Before that. He did this:
...and then he became weirdly religious.
BUT. Before that. He did this:
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Vicarious Pranks
My friend David and I came up with the most excellent activity ever. Vicarious pranks. It's like pulling two pranks at once!
So here's what you do!!!
You find a person with a need, and then direct them to call your "friend". This "friend" should be someone you either a. don't know, or b. has nothing to do with what the person wants.
Now, you have to tell your friend with a need to tell the person that they are calling, that they got their number from some random person who doesn't actually exist. For instance...
"Hey, this is Jane. I got your number from John. He said you could maybe help me out..."
Kinda thing. Either the person will be embarrassed that they don't know who they're talking to and just agree (which is hilarious) or they will act confused and not know who the person is, which is just as funny.
AFTERWARDS, tell the person exactly what just happened to them.
It's SO amazing.
So here's what you do!!!
You find a person with a need, and then direct them to call your "friend". This "friend" should be someone you either a. don't know, or b. has nothing to do with what the person wants.
Now, you have to tell your friend with a need to tell the person that they are calling, that they got their number from some random person who doesn't actually exist. For instance...
"Hey, this is Jane. I got your number from John. He said you could maybe help me out..."
Kinda thing. Either the person will be embarrassed that they don't know who they're talking to and just agree (which is hilarious) or they will act confused and not know who the person is, which is just as funny.
AFTERWARDS, tell the person exactly what just happened to them.
It's SO amazing.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I'm Mr. Brightside
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go
Cos I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go
Cos I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
I never
I occasionally forget how much I love The Killers. And then I remember. <3
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go
Cos I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go
Cos I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
I never
I occasionally forget how much I love The Killers. And then I remember. <3
Nighy. Not Nye.
That is Bill Nye. The Science Guy.
This is Bill Nighy. The actor.
I realize this gets confusing when I say it. Since Nye and Nighy are basically pronounced exactly the same. But I had rather hoped that by writing it out, it would be easier to understand.
I like Bill Nye.
I LOVE Bill Nighy.
I also love how everyone has seen Bill Nighy at least once, but has NO idea what his name is. This makes it RIDICULOUSLY hard to stalk him during the TIFF since everyone thinks you're trying to stalk the science guy when you ask them if they've seen Bill Nighy. Christ.
So, I think that schools should be required to teach children the difference between the epic awesome beastliness of Bill Nighy, and the hilarity of Bill Nye. Please. To save my sanity, if nothing else.
Wait... what am I saying? I was never sane to begin with... oh well.
He Ate My Heart
Today is "To Write GaGa On Her Arms" day or something like that. So my arm says, "He Ate My" and it's in a heart. Because I am win like that. Oh yes.
I didn't eat any hearts today. I ate pizza. It was excellent pizza.
After I ate my pizza, I went to a show. It was an excellent show. Full of awkward moments and ridiculous dancing. I really honestly thought the boy in front of me was having a seizure at one point. I was concerned.
The show ended. And I was sad about this. But then I walked from Bloor and Bathurst to College and Bathurst and stopped at Sneaky Dee's for a cupcake. Usually I would have serious objections to walking in this weather. It's 19 degrees out. Which is -7C. Whatever the balls that means. I like 19 better. Sounds warmer.
In Sneaky Dee's, I ran into a bunch of people who were on a pub crawl. Which was... interesting. Talking of this phrase, I'll be watching The Boat That Rocked again later tonight because I'm in love with Bill Nighy. Anyway. I started talking to this one very amusing pub crawl victim called Jamee. He kept saying how hammered he was. All in all, he was totally adorables. I love drunk boys when they're not barfing.
He asked me how I felt about shooters. To which I replied, "Ohhh, are you trying to buy me a drink?" which he said yes to. I told him that I don't drink alcohol. And then he said that's the sort of person he wants to be. I told him he should move downtown and live on Queen West. Because he totally should. Anyway. He bought me a cupcake. Which was awesome. Because cupcakes are amazing.
As I was leaving Sneaky Dee's, the bouncer recognized my cupcake and I or something I guess. He was like, "Oh. I remember you. You wanted to get cupcakes, but you didn't have your ID, so I wouldn't let you in, and you were really, really mad, and then you left and came back with your ID and got cupcakes." I'm not entirely certain that this was actually me... But it totally sounds like something I'd do, so maybe yes? It was funny either way.
The other bouncer started talking about my water bottle, and I said, "I swear to God it's water," and he was like, "Oh. I don't believe in that." And I'm a genius, so I asked, "You don't believe in water?" Go me.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monster Mash
I came across a mashup on facebook today that my friend posted. So I thought I'd use this space to post my favourite mashup ever.
YUSS.
YUSS.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
If You...
My friend just asked me this:
"If you could be one member of Rammstein for a day, who would it be and what would you do?"
I definitely said that I'd be Richard and I would spend all day masturbating.
Definitely naked. Probably in front of a mirror.
He's a pretty dude.
"If you could be one member of Rammstein for a day, who would it be and what would you do?"
I definitely said that I'd be Richard and I would spend all day masturbating.
Definitely naked. Probably in front of a mirror.
He's a pretty dude.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
J00000sss
So my Mummy is a really fancy person and she always has cranberry j00s in the fridge, and then she drinks it with lime stuff in it.
But I'm not that fancy and I don't know where to get lime stuff, so I'm just going to drink my cranberry j00s straight out of the carton.
Because I live alone and don't have to share it with anyone.
Nom nom j00s.
But I'm not that fancy and I don't know where to get lime stuff, so I'm just going to drink my cranberry j00s straight out of the carton.
Because I live alone and don't have to share it with anyone.
Nom nom j00s.
Monday, December 7, 2009
?!?!?!?!?!
There is a rugby movie called "Invictus"??!?!?!? Whattt???
Not only do I play rugby, but I also have a tattoo that says "invictus" WHATTTT????
Not only do I play rugby, but I also have a tattoo that says "invictus" WHATTTT????
It's About That Time
I guess I should probably talk about my new tattoo right about now so that my mom reads this and doesn't freak out at me when she sees it since I never told her about this "Jimmy guy". Because she will see it. It's on my wrist. (Hi Mum)
Anyway. I guess this story should start on Friday evening. I had just gotten all of my things moved into my new apartment and one of my best friends invited me out to his friend's birthday party at the Wreck Room. But we decided to meet in Dundas Square super early. I got a sandwich from Subway that had basically nothing on it, but was vegan... which is why there was like nothing on it. But it was toasted so it was still really yummy and I might want another one today... maybe I'll go to Quiznos up the street...
Moving on. So David and I meet up outside H&M, and then go to Starbucks and I got a green tea latte which I later spit on the sidewalk outside of H&M and he totally thought I was throwing up, but I was actually laughing, and then it was green, so he thought I had some Exorcist shit going on.
Anyway, misadventures happened with other friends and somehow the topic of how when people first meet David, they always think his name is Jimmy for some reason. I don't even know anyone named Jimmy... except for that one kid I went to school with in elementary school who I don't even talk to anymore. So whatever.
We somehow decided that we would both be Jimmy. I really don't remember this since I was at some place called Fuck-Ass's bar, which I guess isn't actually called that but was used for the filming of The Boondock Saints. I ended up on my knees with two boys pointing finger guns at my head and reciting lines from the movie. There was this weird bluegrass band playing irish songs and the bassist's bass had no body... it was just a neck. So strange.
The point is that David and I are now "Jimmy". Saturday evening, we woke up and went out for breakfast at 3pm. I decided I definitely needed to get a tattoo that says "Jimmy" and then I did. I don't believe in getting someone else's name tattooed on you unless they're your kid, or it's your own name. However, technically I'm Jimmy slash it's an inside joke between friends, so I'm completely fine with it since Jimmy isn't a real person in this case. Which makes it even funnier.
Anyway, I got it done at the Tattoo Rock Parlour because it was empty and I didn't feel like waiting. Good decision. The guy who did it was awesome and it turned out excellently and I gave him a ten dollar tip, he was really surprised and appreciative about this, which makes me want to come back and get more done and give him more awesome tips so that he gives me sweet discounts.
Anyway. This is my tattoo.
Anyway. I guess this story should start on Friday evening. I had just gotten all of my things moved into my new apartment and one of my best friends invited me out to his friend's birthday party at the Wreck Room. But we decided to meet in Dundas Square super early. I got a sandwich from Subway that had basically nothing on it, but was vegan... which is why there was like nothing on it. But it was toasted so it was still really yummy and I might want another one today... maybe I'll go to Quiznos up the street...
Moving on. So David and I meet up outside H&M, and then go to Starbucks and I got a green tea latte which I later spit on the sidewalk outside of H&M and he totally thought I was throwing up, but I was actually laughing, and then it was green, so he thought I had some Exorcist shit going on.
Anyway, misadventures happened with other friends and somehow the topic of how when people first meet David, they always think his name is Jimmy for some reason. I don't even know anyone named Jimmy... except for that one kid I went to school with in elementary school who I don't even talk to anymore. So whatever.
We somehow decided that we would both be Jimmy. I really don't remember this since I was at some place called Fuck-Ass's bar, which I guess isn't actually called that but was used for the filming of The Boondock Saints. I ended up on my knees with two boys pointing finger guns at my head and reciting lines from the movie. There was this weird bluegrass band playing irish songs and the bassist's bass had no body... it was just a neck. So strange.
The point is that David and I are now "Jimmy". Saturday evening, we woke up and went out for breakfast at 3pm. I decided I definitely needed to get a tattoo that says "Jimmy" and then I did. I don't believe in getting someone else's name tattooed on you unless they're your kid, or it's your own name. However, technically I'm Jimmy slash it's an inside joke between friends, so I'm completely fine with it since Jimmy isn't a real person in this case. Which makes it even funnier.
Anyway, I got it done at the Tattoo Rock Parlour because it was empty and I didn't feel like waiting. Good decision. The guy who did it was awesome and it turned out excellently and I gave him a ten dollar tip, he was really surprised and appreciative about this, which makes me want to come back and get more done and give him more awesome tips so that he gives me sweet discounts.
Anyway. This is my tattoo.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Errrrrrr
I found a ridiculous picture of my cousin and I at Disneyland in 2005 when I was 14 and still had braces and was rather ridiculous.
I Felt The Need
Kann man Herzen brechen
können Herzen sprechen
kann man Herzen quälen
kann man Herzen stehlen
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es links
Können Herzen singen
kann ein Herz zerspringen
können Herzen rein sein
kann ein Herz aus Stein sein
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es links
links zwo drei vier
Kann man Herzen fragen
ein Kind darunter tragen
kann man es verschenken
mit dem Herzen denken
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es in der linken Brust
der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst
Links zwo drei vier
können Herzen sprechen
kann man Herzen quälen
kann man Herzen stehlen
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es links
Können Herzen singen
kann ein Herz zerspringen
können Herzen rein sein
kann ein Herz aus Stein sein
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es links
links zwo drei vier
Kann man Herzen fragen
ein Kind darunter tragen
kann man es verschenken
mit dem Herzen denken
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
da schlägt es in der linken Brust
der Neider hat es schlecht gewusst
Links zwo drei vier
Mmmyeah
See. I like it a lot.
It's from the 60s. I like things from the 60s.
Till and Richard are from the 60s. So is Paul.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
New Apartment
The above are all pictures of my new apartment. Which I share with....
wait for it....
NO. ONE.
So stoked on it. I've been waiting forever to live alone. I totally do ballet naked in my living room. Just sayin'. I never got to do that before.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Christopher Street Boy
This video is by one of my favourite vloggers. His videos are always very clever, extremely witty, and never fail to amuse. If you like this one, you should definitely check out his site because not only is he funny, he also unfailingly raises a good point.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I've Got This Sentimental Heart That Beats
Back when I had a car, I decorated it in permanent marker by writing Mr. Brightside lyrics all over it. I miss it.
Also.
I accidentally stabbed myself with a fork.
Also.
I accidentally stabbed myself with a fork.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
When I Have Too Much Time On My Hands...
I do coke.
Hahaha. Kidding. When I have too much time on my hands, I dust Lush's Candy Fluff in amusing patterns across my face and make myself look like a cokehead. It smells yummy.
NuHair
I realize that I probably at some point in the recent past said that a. I wasn't going to change my hair any time soon, b. was never going blonde again, and c. would colour my hair dark red next. I guess I lied. I'm bleaching it out to white again. But this will take a while since it was black and then orange... so it's got bits of orange still in it. But every time I bleach it, it gets lighter, so this is good. Just bleach and bleach and tone and tone and bleach and tone. So here's where I'm at right now.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
500 Days Of... Who?
So I watched 500 Days Of Summer just now and was a little weirded out. I've never seen anyone in a movie who has so much in common with me than Summer does. She's even from Michigan.
I didn't realize no one else liked Ringo best.
I also watched New Moon. SNORE. What a crap excuse for a movie. Robert Pattinson looks like a foot. Seriously. And Kristen Stewart and Taylor Lautner can't act. I'm glad I watched it for free online rather than wasting my money in theaters.
I got half-way through watching The Haunting of Winchester House before I decided that I'd rather not watch it alone and would save it for the next time I hang out with some boy. Because I'm a total idiot and I found it terrifying to the point that I was grabbing onto my ratpillow and screaming.
I'm so lame.
I didn't realize no one else liked Ringo best.
I also watched New Moon. SNORE. What a crap excuse for a movie. Robert Pattinson looks like a foot. Seriously. And Kristen Stewart and Taylor Lautner can't act. I'm glad I watched it for free online rather than wasting my money in theaters.
I got half-way through watching The Haunting of Winchester House before I decided that I'd rather not watch it alone and would save it for the next time I hang out with some boy. Because I'm a total idiot and I found it terrifying to the point that I was grabbing onto my ratpillow and screaming.
I'm so lame.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Zomg Worst
So yesterday my roommate went out to Shopper's Drug Mart. I took this opportunity to go take a shower and wash the wax out of my hair. After my shower, I cautiously snuck out using my laptop to sort of cover my girlie-bits.
And that's when he jumped out of the kitchen right in front of me.
We both screamed. He ran back into the kitchen, I ran back into the bathroom... and fell into the tub.
It was HORRIBLE.
And that's when he jumped out of the kitchen right in front of me.
We both screamed. He ran back into the kitchen, I ran back into the bathroom... and fell into the tub.
It was HORRIBLE.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Just... Why????
I have such serious issues with this dude's hair that it's not even funny and I don't think you'd understand.
Like... really?
Really???
...really. =/
So. Bad.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Oral Fixation
Ever have something permanently affixed to something in/on/around your mouth? Ever play with it?
Yeah.
I have 3 things to chew and one to bump. All. Day. Long. I like... HAVE to be chewing something at all times. Blargh.
This can't be good for my teeth.
Yeah.
I have 3 things to chew and one to bump. All. Day. Long. I like... HAVE to be chewing something at all times. Blargh.
This can't be good for my teeth.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Because SOMEONE Stole My Last Pair...
Today I got a new pair of $10 wayfarers because someone stole my last pair from behind the merch table at a Silverstein show. Also. My hair got longer. Yay.
The Boat That Rocked (My Socks)
So I'm sure most of you have heard of the movie Pirate Radio that should be coming out rather soon. With Bill Fucking Nighy (GAHH!), TomStu(rridge), Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Rhys Darby (from Flight of the Concords), and fucking smexy JackDav(enport) who is like my third favourite person ever and a brilliant actor. Annnyway.
I was quite upset to learn that I could have pirated this movie months ago as it was released in England six months ago as "The Boat That Rocked". Grr...
So last night I got it in HD DVD quality for my computer. Superwin. It's really good and I definitely recommend it. But I don't recommend candied apples. No matter how good of an idea they seem at the time.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Never Is An Awfully Long Time
If I could be anyone who ever existed, fictional or real, I would be Peter Pan. I would be frozen forever at the age of twelve. I could have everything and nothing and it wouldn't even matter. Growing up is terrifying. I do NOT want to be twenty. I am absolutely petrified, horrified, repulsed, depressed, and enraged at the whole idea of it. What makes it even worse is that I know that at this very second, my heart has been beating for a little over 20 years. I would do ANYTHING to stop growing right. now. Anything.
So if you could be anyone, who would you be?
So if you could be anyone, who would you be?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Smitten For The Mitten
This post is not about Michigan or my tattoo. However, it does involve Chiodos. But first...
Back when I went to college, I had French in the morning, and Russian in the evening at the same campus which was in ButtFuck Egypt, so I would have to stay there all day. After French, my friend Amanda and I would go eat pizza and bread sticks in the dining area and browse stuff on our computers, then we would head up to her American History class. I wasn't in this class at all, but that was the only room where I could actually get the internet on my laptop in the whole school.
The teacher thought I was actually in the class and that my name was Alexandra Hamilton. Historical throwback... see what I did there? I know you do. Anyway. I was his favourite student since I was the only one who actually knew answers, asked questions, and participated in class discussions... and I aced all of the tests without having a book or studying!!! And without being enrolled in the class... Shear Genius. Heh.
I would also like to address the film "Paranormal Activity". THIS MOVIE IS TERRIFYING!!!!!!!!! ...to wimps. I don't find myself in this category, so I merely found myself bored. I'm fairly certain I just don't scare easily or something. Def. reminded me of a time I was in Scotland on some ghosty tour with my mum and we were in this dark room and I wanted to sneak behind the tourguide who was facing us in the pitch black and like... make him shit his pants or whatever by jumping out and grabbing him, but instead, two people were clinging onto me for dear life in sheer terror as I laughed my ass off at the person who ran in to attempt to frighten all of us. Didn't work on me.
Some people have said, "Oh... but it's scarier if you actually believe in ghosts and such!" Well newsflash, I DO BELIEVE IN GHOSTS! But I also believe in good acting... which was not in this film!!! So. Bad. It had me laughing. Only, the thing is, unlike the movie Wrong Turn, which is absolutely abysmally bad to the point that it is hilariously good, Paranormal Activity was just bad. And boring.
Now for the Chiodos part...
The song Smitten for the Mitten is basically amazing and I'm suddenly even more glad I have it as a tattoo.
This is all.
Back when I went to college, I had French in the morning, and Russian in the evening at the same campus which was in ButtFuck Egypt, so I would have to stay there all day. After French, my friend Amanda and I would go eat pizza and bread sticks in the dining area and browse stuff on our computers, then we would head up to her American History class. I wasn't in this class at all, but that was the only room where I could actually get the internet on my laptop in the whole school.
The teacher thought I was actually in the class and that my name was Alexandra Hamilton. Historical throwback... see what I did there? I know you do. Anyway. I was his favourite student since I was the only one who actually knew answers, asked questions, and participated in class discussions... and I aced all of the tests without having a book or studying!!! And without being enrolled in the class... Shear Genius. Heh.
I would also like to address the film "Paranormal Activity". THIS MOVIE IS TERRIFYING!!!!!!!!! ...to wimps. I don't find myself in this category, so I merely found myself bored. I'm fairly certain I just don't scare easily or something. Def. reminded me of a time I was in Scotland on some ghosty tour with my mum and we were in this dark room and I wanted to sneak behind the tourguide who was facing us in the pitch black and like... make him shit his pants or whatever by jumping out and grabbing him, but instead, two people were clinging onto me for dear life in sheer terror as I laughed my ass off at the person who ran in to attempt to frighten all of us. Didn't work on me.
Some people have said, "Oh... but it's scarier if you actually believe in ghosts and such!" Well newsflash, I DO BELIEVE IN GHOSTS! But I also believe in good acting... which was not in this film!!! So. Bad. It had me laughing. Only, the thing is, unlike the movie Wrong Turn, which is absolutely abysmally bad to the point that it is hilariously good, Paranormal Activity was just bad. And boring.
Now for the Chiodos part...
The song Smitten for the Mitten is basically amazing and I'm suddenly even more glad I have it as a tattoo.
This is all.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Hollywood Undead =/
There's this band called Hollywood Undead. I guess the only reason I heard about them was because Silverstein toured with them a while back and then was Hollywood Undead for Halloween. So I decided to check them out or whatever. I feel like I shouldn't like them at all... since I guess they're not really my style or scene or whatever. Only... I listened to them, and they're kinda catchy and amazing. But I still feel like I shouldn't like them... but is that pretentious of me? My friend suggested I just keep them as a guilty pleasure. I think I maybe agree.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Fucking Mice... Jesus.
Ever try and talk to one of those people who talks like a mouse? High pitched voice, doesn't talk loud enough... yeah. Mix that with timid and picky and you've got the client I had today. What an annoying little priss. She was asian and therefore obviously had pinstraight black hair... she brought in a picture of some white girl with average/fine hair and said she wanted it cut like that. Like seriously, if you want a hairstyle, stick with your own hair type!! The teacher didn't even know what she was saying when she talked. God.
The picture is the only reason I knew what she wanted at all... and then I asked how much she wanted off since the picture girl's hair was like... 9 inches long maybe, and the girl's hair was way longer. She said she wanted to keep the length, so I was like, alright, that's fine, just add in layers. So I got my teacher to come over and look at this girl's hair, etc. and then the girl decided she wanted me to cut an inch off... which still won't make her hair look like the girl in the picture's!!! Gah.
So anyway, I cut this girl's hair... cut my finger open while texturizing her bangs, because, "THEY'RE STILL TOO BLUNT!!!" even though they were just like the picture's. This girl drove me batty. And then for the blowdry, she was like, I want it straight, but with volume... ASIAN HAIR LIKE THAT DOESN'T FREAKING DO VOLUME!!! Sigh. People.
On a happy note, Stephanie was fiddling around with a comb and got it knotted in her bangs so that was entertaining to watch it get cut out without having to cut her actual hair. And then there was a cute boy on the subway who I talked to.
The picture is the only reason I knew what she wanted at all... and then I asked how much she wanted off since the picture girl's hair was like... 9 inches long maybe, and the girl's hair was way longer. She said she wanted to keep the length, so I was like, alright, that's fine, just add in layers. So I got my teacher to come over and look at this girl's hair, etc. and then the girl decided she wanted me to cut an inch off... which still won't make her hair look like the girl in the picture's!!! Gah.
So anyway, I cut this girl's hair... cut my finger open while texturizing her bangs, because, "THEY'RE STILL TOO BLUNT!!!" even though they were just like the picture's. This girl drove me batty. And then for the blowdry, she was like, I want it straight, but with volume... ASIAN HAIR LIKE THAT DOESN'T FREAKING DO VOLUME!!! Sigh. People.
On a happy note, Stephanie was fiddling around with a comb and got it knotted in her bangs so that was entertaining to watch it get cut out without having to cut her actual hair. And then there was a cute boy on the subway who I talked to.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Bill Forever <3
There might possibly be one person on this earth that I love more than Ewan McGregor. Which is a VERY hard feat to manage. He is one of few people who can send me into fits of happy giggles by just the thought of them. These other individuals being all six members of Rammstein ( <3 <3 <3 ), Ewan McGregor of course, and David Bowie.
Of course I'm talking about Bill Nighy. Yes, Nighy. Not Nye. I am not completely bonkers about the science guy... he's cool too, but still... no. My friend Greg once described Bill as being "a beast in everything he does". And ooh, he was so right.
I mention dear William as he will be appearing the the film Pirate Radio which will be coming out rather soon. I fully plan on seeing this with my mother on Thanksgiving or around or something. And then he'll be in the new Harry Potter movie.
You don't understand how stoked I am. Bill fuckin' Nighy... omg!
Of course I'm talking about Bill Nighy. Yes, Nighy. Not Nye. I am not completely bonkers about the science guy... he's cool too, but still... no. My friend Greg once described Bill as being "a beast in everything he does". And ooh, he was so right.
I mention dear William as he will be appearing the the film Pirate Radio which will be coming out rather soon. I fully plan on seeing this with my mother on Thanksgiving or around or something. And then he'll be in the new Harry Potter movie.
You don't understand how stoked I am. Bill fuckin' Nighy... omg!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
OMG! HE KNOWS I EXIST!!!!!
I have a friend named Koray.
He is German and lives in Germany.
He worked backstage security for one of Rammstein's warm-up shows the other day.
Because of this, he got to hang out with Till for a while and sneakily ask him for his autograph for a friend who lives far, far away. That would be meeeee. So Till asks, "Boy or girl?" And my friend jokingly replied, "It could be a boy or a girl... but she looks like a girl." Which Till found amusing and I guess Koray also said I live in Canada and the manager said they'd be on tour here in 2010 MUAHHH!!!
I love my friends. I love my life.
He is German and lives in Germany.
He worked backstage security for one of Rammstein's warm-up shows the other day.
Because of this, he got to hang out with Till for a while and sneakily ask him for his autograph for a friend who lives far, far away. That would be meeeee. So Till asks, "Boy or girl?" And my friend jokingly replied, "It could be a boy or a girl... but she looks like a girl." Which Till found amusing and I guess Koray also said I live in Canada and the manager said they'd be on tour here in 2010 MUAHHH!!!
I love my friends. I love my life.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Ziggy Stardust Vs. Aladdin Sane
So. I'm very meticulous when it comes to getting things right. And no one ever seems to get Aladdin Sane right. And yes, I realize that Aladdin is basically just a development of Ziggy. But at the same time, Aladdin is still Aladdin and not Ziggy Stardust. Different album, different character.
Aladdin Sane is actually the most famous character Bowie created when people think of Bowie. The lightning bolt makeup, the red mullet. Yet Ziggy Stardust is the most well known by name of Bowie's characters. And the thing is, people always mistake Aladdin Sane for Ziggy Stardust. When in fact, Ziggy never had a lightning bolt... to the best of my knowledge that is.
Ziggy Stardust looked like this:
And this is Aladdin Sane:
...just sayin'.
Aladdin Sane is actually the most famous character Bowie created when people think of Bowie. The lightning bolt makeup, the red mullet. Yet Ziggy Stardust is the most well known by name of Bowie's characters. And the thing is, people always mistake Aladdin Sane for Ziggy Stardust. When in fact, Ziggy never had a lightning bolt... to the best of my knowledge that is.
Ziggy Stardust looked like this:
And this is Aladdin Sane:
...just sayin'.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
PHOAAAAR!!!
He is high as balls and a half. Like omg. This is why I do not do cocaine. IT ISN'T SEXY!!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Trick Or Treat, Thank You, Happy Halloweeeeeeeen
I used to have this creeper skeleton hand that would say those three phrases. It doubled as a candy bag collector thing before I got old enough to use a pillow case. Anyway. Halloween is in a week and I've only just decided what I'm being. Zombie GaGa. Because being actual Lady GaGa just isn't messy enough for me. I'm going for that more, newly dead, look than that rotting corpse look. Sort of like I have only just burst from the ground (dirt included). In order to do this, I have had to do some research on what actual dead people look like.
Now, as at least my parents are completely aware, dead bodies give me the creeps at funeral homes. I don't want to look at them, I don't want to touch them, and if there is an open casket, I'll be in the other room, thank-you-very-much. Apparently when my grandfather died, everyone went to go see him get cremated... where was I? At summer camp putting a car together. Funnest day ever! I wonder what I would have come up with to get me out of that had I not had camp to go to?
Anyway. The point is. I don't like dead bodies when they're like, 3 feet away. Apparently I'm not at all bothered by pictures though. In fact, I'm quite intrigued. There's this picture of a body lying open on an autopsy table. I'm sure most people think that's gross... but I'm absolutely fascinated by it. The main thing I've noticed about these bodies, is that in order to look dead, you have to have a kind of blue tinge to your lips. I think that's the key, because apart from that, and all the blood and gore of having severed legs and opened thoraxes, they look asleep.
I find myself obsessing over David Bowie of late. Because he is hot. And I really want his hair. And I wonder why in the world I never watched Labyrinth when I was a kid. Possibly my parents wanted to protect me from David Bowie's giant crotch that stars in nearly every scene. I'm sure I would have thoroughly enjoyed it though. Instead of being in love with Christopher Reeve and Harrison Ford forever, I could have been that one awesome six year old who walked around in Bowie t-shirts singing Space Oddity or something. Ah, well. I'll just get his face tattooed on my arm with his scene girl hair to make up for lost time at some point.
I've finally gone to the store and discovered they have a vegetarian and other health nuts aisle. Which makes it so much easier for me to stop being lame and go back to being vegan. They even have tofurkey!!! Stoked. Tofurkey is my favourite food in the world. Which reminds me that I am hungry and should go make some tofu scramble and juice. In a sec. Or two.
This is all for now. =]
Now, as at least my parents are completely aware, dead bodies give me the creeps at funeral homes. I don't want to look at them, I don't want to touch them, and if there is an open casket, I'll be in the other room, thank-you-very-much. Apparently when my grandfather died, everyone went to go see him get cremated... where was I? At summer camp putting a car together. Funnest day ever! I wonder what I would have come up with to get me out of that had I not had camp to go to?
Anyway. The point is. I don't like dead bodies when they're like, 3 feet away. Apparently I'm not at all bothered by pictures though. In fact, I'm quite intrigued. There's this picture of a body lying open on an autopsy table. I'm sure most people think that's gross... but I'm absolutely fascinated by it. The main thing I've noticed about these bodies, is that in order to look dead, you have to have a kind of blue tinge to your lips. I think that's the key, because apart from that, and all the blood and gore of having severed legs and opened thoraxes, they look asleep.
I find myself obsessing over David Bowie of late. Because he is hot. And I really want his hair. And I wonder why in the world I never watched Labyrinth when I was a kid. Possibly my parents wanted to protect me from David Bowie's giant crotch that stars in nearly every scene. I'm sure I would have thoroughly enjoyed it though. Instead of being in love with Christopher Reeve and Harrison Ford forever, I could have been that one awesome six year old who walked around in Bowie t-shirts singing Space Oddity or something. Ah, well. I'll just get his face tattooed on my arm with his scene girl hair to make up for lost time at some point.
I've finally gone to the store and discovered they have a vegetarian and other health nuts aisle. Which makes it so much easier for me to stop being lame and go back to being vegan. They even have tofurkey!!! Stoked. Tofurkey is my favourite food in the world. Which reminds me that I am hungry and should go make some tofu scramble and juice. In a sec. Or two.
This is all for now. =]
Sunday, October 4, 2009
What? I Can't Hear You
Homigod. I think I've gone deaf. Well. Not really. But there is that fuzzy buzzing sound in my ears. The one you get from listening to music that is too loud for too long. The kind that makes your eyes tear up, that only more noise can kind of cure. Yeah. That. My least favourite. Oh well.
I just got home from seeing Tiësto at Arrow Hall in Mississauga. Wherever that is.
I went in a giant, ridiculous circle on the TTC to get there... sigh. But it took up time, so that was good. I stood in line for a little bit and made a new friend. His name is Patrick and he's from Switzerland. Total gentleman, by the way.
The warm-up DJs were okay. Tiësto went on a little after 11:30 (I got there at about 8:40 and the show started at 9). It was really intense, actually. The bass was pounding so hard it screwed with heartbeats and you could barely breathe. It was half-way between awesome and torture. I'm not quite sure how anyone manages to go to a whole show like that drunk or high. I think if I attempted it, I'd probably vomit and then die. Also, drinks were nearly $10... yeah fuck that.
At one point, the music cut off from the speakers, but I guess it was still going on in the headphones, because Tiësto was still up there jamming away not noticing that we were just standing there listening to nothing. Then he took off his headphones and was like, "OH." Fun times.
Fifteen to twenty minutes into his set, I weaseled my way up against the barrier and stayed there for the rest of the show. One of the security dudes was really enjoying himself which was fun to watch since security dudes usually just stand there acting like it's the most boring music on earth.
Anyway, at the end of his set, Tiësto put on Traffic, which is his signature song, and then hopped off the stage and went up and down the barrier giving high fives and what not. I touched him tee-hee!
Patrick and I left then to avoid giant crowds and we walked to some 24-7 diner and got dinner. Afterward, I got a cab home and Patrick walked back to his hotel I guess. Coolest cab driver ever. Superman 2 was on in the restaurant, and that's my favourite of the Superman movies, so now I have to watch it online. Toodles!
I just got home from seeing Tiësto at Arrow Hall in Mississauga. Wherever that is.
I went in a giant, ridiculous circle on the TTC to get there... sigh. But it took up time, so that was good. I stood in line for a little bit and made a new friend. His name is Patrick and he's from Switzerland. Total gentleman, by the way.
The warm-up DJs were okay. Tiësto went on a little after 11:30 (I got there at about 8:40 and the show started at 9). It was really intense, actually. The bass was pounding so hard it screwed with heartbeats and you could barely breathe. It was half-way between awesome and torture. I'm not quite sure how anyone manages to go to a whole show like that drunk or high. I think if I attempted it, I'd probably vomit and then die. Also, drinks were nearly $10... yeah fuck that.
At one point, the music cut off from the speakers, but I guess it was still going on in the headphones, because Tiësto was still up there jamming away not noticing that we were just standing there listening to nothing. Then he took off his headphones and was like, "OH." Fun times.
Fifteen to twenty minutes into his set, I weaseled my way up against the barrier and stayed there for the rest of the show. One of the security dudes was really enjoying himself which was fun to watch since security dudes usually just stand there acting like it's the most boring music on earth.
Anyway, at the end of his set, Tiësto put on Traffic, which is his signature song, and then hopped off the stage and went up and down the barrier giving high fives and what not. I touched him tee-hee!
Patrick and I left then to avoid giant crowds and we walked to some 24-7 diner and got dinner. Afterward, I got a cab home and Patrick walked back to his hotel I guess. Coolest cab driver ever. Superman 2 was on in the restaurant, and that's my favourite of the Superman movies, so now I have to watch it online. Toodles!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
This Is A Picture Post
The preceding are my favourite stills that I made from screenshots that I took of Rammstein's new music video. I think they turned out pretty well. It's a very... amusing video, to say the least.
I wonder if you can guess what's going on...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Updating Phail
Sorry about being crap at updating regularly.
We are currently in the middle of the Toronto International Film Festival, which means that TDot has basically turned into Hollywood North or whatever for the week or so. So. I would like to direct everyone's attention to this post on my other blog about Ewan McGregor. Read it and then come back.
...ok. You're back.
So. The other day I was a the gala presentation of his new film, "Men Who Stare At Goats" which also stars George Clooney. Anyway, the film looks absolutely hilarious. You can find trailers for it here. Anyway, the reason I went was because I heard Ewan McGregor was in town and that he would be there and for the past 11 years, all I've really ever wanted was to see him in person, from a far, up close, whatever.
I showed up, squished my way to the front and was handed some VHS sleeves to get signed for someone since I didn't have anything for them to sign. It was Moulin Rouge and Batman, by the way. Anywho, the first person to show up was Ewan himself. He hopped out of the sexy black caddy TIFF had provided him with and went straight to doing autographs for the fans, working his way toward me.
Whenever I encounter people that I really, really, really like, I shake uncontrollably and get super nervous and a half and if they ask me questions, I'll just answer with the first thing that comes out of my mouth, thinking excluded. Oh fun. SO, I was expecting to just see him up close and have him maybe smile at me as he signed the sleeve. He got closer and closer and I got more and more nervous until suddenly, he was stopped straight in front of me, looking me right in the face with those bright blue eyes.
I don't care what anyone thinks, he is, in fact, just as attractive in person, if not more so since you can smell him. Anyway, he stood there staring at me for a fraction of a second before asking, "How are you?" and taking the sleeve from me to sign it. I didn't even know what I was saying until after I had said it. "So in love with you, you have no idea."
Not at all what I had planned on saying to him, but it was the truth... so it worked, I guess. He flashed me one of his pretty smiles and glanced down at my hands. "You're shaking like a leaf," he commented. I guess I sort of nodded or something and then suddenly, he was leaning in and his lips were against my cheek. I suddenly snapped to my senses and kissed him back on his excellently scruffy cheek. Scruffy is good, trust meeee.
I don't really remember what happened after that to be honest, but a while later George Clooney showed up and I couldn't even breathe. He sounded ever so disappointed that he had to encounter Batman, and I did apologize (breathlessly), but all the same, he decided to sign right across Ahnold's forehead. High-larious. George Clooney might be a bit of a douchebag, but he's definitely a riot.
So yeah, that was my September 11th, 2009. Best day ever? I think yes.
We are currently in the middle of the Toronto International Film Festival, which means that TDot has basically turned into Hollywood North or whatever for the week or so. So. I would like to direct everyone's attention to this post on my other blog about Ewan McGregor. Read it and then come back.
...ok. You're back.
So. The other day I was a the gala presentation of his new film, "Men Who Stare At Goats" which also stars George Clooney. Anyway, the film looks absolutely hilarious. You can find trailers for it here. Anyway, the reason I went was because I heard Ewan McGregor was in town and that he would be there and for the past 11 years, all I've really ever wanted was to see him in person, from a far, up close, whatever.
I showed up, squished my way to the front and was handed some VHS sleeves to get signed for someone since I didn't have anything for them to sign. It was Moulin Rouge and Batman, by the way. Anywho, the first person to show up was Ewan himself. He hopped out of the sexy black caddy TIFF had provided him with and went straight to doing autographs for the fans, working his way toward me.
Whenever I encounter people that I really, really, really like, I shake uncontrollably and get super nervous and a half and if they ask me questions, I'll just answer with the first thing that comes out of my mouth, thinking excluded. Oh fun. SO, I was expecting to just see him up close and have him maybe smile at me as he signed the sleeve. He got closer and closer and I got more and more nervous until suddenly, he was stopped straight in front of me, looking me right in the face with those bright blue eyes.
I don't care what anyone thinks, he is, in fact, just as attractive in person, if not more so since you can smell him. Anyway, he stood there staring at me for a fraction of a second before asking, "How are you?" and taking the sleeve from me to sign it. I didn't even know what I was saying until after I had said it. "So in love with you, you have no idea."
Not at all what I had planned on saying to him, but it was the truth... so it worked, I guess. He flashed me one of his pretty smiles and glanced down at my hands. "You're shaking like a leaf," he commented. I guess I sort of nodded or something and then suddenly, he was leaning in and his lips were against my cheek. I suddenly snapped to my senses and kissed him back on his excellently scruffy cheek. Scruffy is good, trust meeee.
I don't really remember what happened after that to be honest, but a while later George Clooney showed up and I couldn't even breathe. He sounded ever so disappointed that he had to encounter Batman, and I did apologize (breathlessly), but all the same, he decided to sign right across Ahnold's forehead. High-larious. George Clooney might be a bit of a douchebag, but he's definitely a riot.
So yeah, that was my September 11th, 2009. Best day ever? I think yes.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I Really Hate You.
Ever spend a lot of time in the (online) presence of people you detest? I have. It's really annoying.
Moving on.
Getting guys to buy you drinks is fun. Making it a contest is even more fun.
...I won. =]
Moving on.
Getting guys to buy you drinks is fun. Making it a contest is even more fun.
...I won. =]
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Die Weiße Fee Spannt Ihren Bogen
I went to a party the other night. There were copious amounts of hard drugs there. I was going to sample the cocaine as there was a line reserved especially for me, but I observed a bit before trying it and decided that despite what rock-stars may think, drugs are highly unattractive. As my friend David said, heroin chic does not equal heroin. I don't want white shit up my nose that other people can see there. It looks like creepy boogers. Like... really people? And then people act really strange when they're on coke. Being high is highly unattractive. I wonder if I was like that when I used to smoke weed... I'm sure I was a little hilarious... but was it that unattractive? Anyway, I like being the only sober one at parties, it makes me feel elite and better than everyone else. Since, you know, I'm completely above the influence... which in its own special way rocks harder than The Stones. Plus, I detest acting like I am any less intelligent than I am while killing off brain cells. Stupid idea. I have no idea why anyone would do that.
Another perk of being the only clear-thinking, sober one, is that you can easily get people to do stuff for you since they're confused and don't realize that you're manipulating them. They also promise things that they later don't remember and don't expect you to remember... but of course you do since you were sober at the time. In this way, I got some guy to buy me a $20 breakfast at Sadie's the next morning.
Epic. Win.
Another perk of being the only clear-thinking, sober one, is that you can easily get people to do stuff for you since they're confused and don't realize that you're manipulating them. They also promise things that they later don't remember and don't expect you to remember... but of course you do since you were sober at the time. In this way, I got some guy to buy me a $20 breakfast at Sadie's the next morning.
Epic. Win.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Why Am I Not Sucking?
Today, having moved on from basic cutting class to basic sets, I found myself wondering why I'm not doing terribly. We were doing pin-curls which are ridiculous, and I found that I was actually really good at them and quite neat and finished first at it and didn't screw up at all. WEIRD. I would totally expect myself to be terrible at roller set type things.
However, the highlight of the day was after school and involved the question "how many fingers do you use?" It. Was. Epic.
However, the highlight of the day was after school and involved the question "how many fingers do you use?" It. Was. Epic.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Maccas
Last night I was at McDonald's with some friends, and this guy at a table near ours started discretely attempting to get my attention. Epic Fail. It's hard to get my attention when you're being loud. Anyway, apparently I look like the kind of raver-type person who does E. He was whispering over to me from 2 tables away "Do you have any ecstacy?" and I finally got it and really loudly asked, "Do I have any ecstasy????" Everyone got up from the table and left really quickly all through different doors. One guy walked past and was like, "Shit, don't say stuff like that so loud, wtf?" and I was like, well you asked!!!"
Over all, it was the highlight of my weekend.
Oh. Also. At school. I got a haircut.
Over all, it was the highlight of my weekend.
Oh. Also. At school. I got a haircut.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Hot For...
Priest. Yeezzz pleeezzz.
So. In Angels and Demons, which I saw today, Ewan McGregor (do.want.) plays a priest. I like priests and noses... which is why the Rosenrot music video is so good. They're all... repressed and weirdly religious. So hot.
I got the epic giggles every time he would be on screen. He's too adorable! Also. I've seen him naked in at least 2 different movies. He's very nice to look at when he's naked.
Talking of naked. I saw Flake's wang. The whole thing. I've also seen Till's... not the whole thing, but part of it. And Viggo Mortensen's. I'm sure there are more... but they're probably all far less exciting than the above.
Oh. I lied. I've seen Heath Ledger's junk too.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Flah-Kuh
^ This is how you pronounce "Flake" correctly.
This is Flake.
He is cute. Yes?
But. He is even cuter when he is singing in English. REALLY. REALLY. CUTE.
As in so cute I would marry him. Even if he is chronically silly.
This is Flake singing.
This is Flake.
He is cute. Yes?
But. He is even cuter when he is singing in English. REALLY. REALLY. CUTE.
As in so cute I would marry him. Even if he is chronically silly.
This is Flake singing.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It's May 14th
Today at school, the first thing we did was play this game... kind of like telephone. I was sort of near the end. Apparently there was originally a long story about it being May 14th and getting up and having a shower and then taking the subway to work or something. When it was my turn, I went in and was told that it was May 14th and something about Jeoffrey having a shower and then someone taking the street car or something, only the girl telling me this had an accent so I had like... no clue what she was saying really. So I was like, oh god. This is going to be bad. So I started laughing because I knew the only thing I could possibly tell the next person was that "today is May 14th". Epic. Fail. So I was already laughing and the next girl comes in, and all I can manage is "Today is May 14th" through a fit of laughter. Which then set everyone else off, so that we were all dying laughing when everyone else came in and was told that it's May 14th today.
Oh. Best.
Oh. Best.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Rein! Raus! Tiefer!
Yuss Plz.
So. I started school a few days ago. I've learned two haircuts and that I'm absolutely abysmally terrible at blowdrying hair. HORRIBLY. ABYSMALY. BAD. It's absolutely pathetic and a half, but I'm sure I'll get better at it. I've decided to name my disembodied head Paula Landers. The next one will be Olivette Riedel, and then Flakeisha Lorenz, and the solid head one will be Tillilah Lindemann. Ahahhaha. Oh dear. Reesh and Doomy are too preeeeetty for any of that. Although... Doominique would be a little bit amazing.
I'm absolutely ridiculous and completely obsessed.
Also, I'm turning into a healthy-type person. AWKWARD.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
God Knows I Don't Want To Be An Angel
So yesterday I got back to Michigan to find that my parents are "officially" divorced and have been dating other people for a while. Yeah... thanks for telling me.
I went to a Silverstein/Blessthefall/A Static Lullaby/+someone else show tonight at the Majestic. Pretty boss venue. I'm glad I went instead of selling my ticket to buy a Rammstein/Emigrate CD. It was my first time at a venue with no barrier. There was this fun thing under the stage right in front of me that I could stand on and have the stage at my hip level while everyone else was shoulder level with it.
I spent the better part of the show in a seething rage due to the fact that I was repeatedly stepped on and kicked in the head by crowd surfers. I was also just about to cry half the time and definitely attempted to cause as much pain in return as I possibly could. Cos you know I'm friendly and understanding like that when my face has been shoved into an amp so hard that my eyebrow bleeds and swells up. Also, I got kicked in the nose at least twice.
After the show I had a lot of fun talking to the guys in the bands, so it was ok.
I went to a Silverstein/Blessthefall/A Static Lullaby/+someone else show tonight at the Majestic. Pretty boss venue. I'm glad I went instead of selling my ticket to buy a Rammstein/Emigrate CD. It was my first time at a venue with no barrier. There was this fun thing under the stage right in front of me that I could stand on and have the stage at my hip level while everyone else was shoulder level with it.
I spent the better part of the show in a seething rage due to the fact that I was repeatedly stepped on and kicked in the head by crowd surfers. I was also just about to cry half the time and definitely attempted to cause as much pain in return as I possibly could. Cos you know I'm friendly and understanding like that when my face has been shoved into an amp so hard that my eyebrow bleeds and swells up. Also, I got kicked in the nose at least twice.
After the show I had a lot of fun talking to the guys in the bands, so it was ok.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Rosenrot, Oh Rosenrot
I feel sort of bad about not updating my blog very frequently, but all I really have to talk about (or think about for that matter) is Rammstein and I'm fairly certain no one but me really wants to read me ramble on about them. But really... that's all my day really consists of while I'm waiting to go to Michigan tomorrow. Sitting in bed, watching Rammstein videos, looking up hot pictures of Doom, and just generally listening to them and talking to people online. But I like it... haha. Of course I do.
Anyway, sorry for being boring. Fun times coming soon.
Anyway, sorry for being boring. Fun times coming soon.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This Is My World
So clearly I love Rammstein, but the other day, I discovered a not-so-new but not-so-known band called Emigrate. It's the on-hold side project of Rammstein's lead guitarist Richard Kruspe (who is a total babe, by the way). Anyway, the styles are pretty different, Emigrate is more mellow, but still really good, and Richard being the lead guitarist for both bands, the guitar parts are a little similar, which is good because they're both amazing and a half in that department. All of Emigrate's lyrics are in English, which isn't as cool as German, but it makes it a little nicer to immediately know what's going on in the song instead of being under the impression that it's about something completely different... like Keine Lust. Richard definitely has a unique singing voice, and I guess it's either hit or miss as I really like it, but it bugs my friend Ben. So yeah... anyway, the debut album is really good. So far Emigrate, My World, and New York City are my favourite songs. I'll probably blab more about this later.
On another happy note, my iTunes was playing Rosenrot this morning when I woke up.
On another happy note, my iTunes was playing Rosenrot this morning when I woke up.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Hmmm... AWKWARD.
I think this is turning into some sort of Rammstein blog... either that or it's just that I think about them from dawn until dusk. I'm sure it's the latter.
I feel so sorry for Till. That girl was 14. He must have felt like the worst creeper ever. Also, I like Richard's hat. It's rather epic and slightly ridiculous, however, for some odd reason, he totally pulls it off. I think it's because he's abnormally sexy. That must be it. I also like that he's smoking in the video... and he's supposed to be a priest. But then again, when isn't he smoking?
It's such a good song.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
And I Say Hello
I'm way too excited about going to Michigan on Friday.
So here is a Beatles video for you to watch while I attempt to contain my excitement.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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